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It takes all of my control not to grab him by the front of his tacky shirt and throw him over the balcony. But there must be no assaults tonight and certainly no outright murders. Even though I think a jury of my peers would be on my side if they heard the details.
I swallow my rage and eye Brent. “Maybe she was just unimpressed with what you had to offer,” I say.
“Oooo,” Dax says. He’s grinning and calm, chill in his perceived position as top dog and enjoying the drama. My opinion of him is lowering by the second.
“Cheryl’s happy,” Brent says back, ignoring Dax.
“Cheryl looks about as enjoyable as a nail gun to the nuts,” I say. “I can’t believe she’s who you left Evie for.”
Brent rolls his eyes. “You think Cheryl’s the only girl I’m fucking?” he asks.
“Does she know that?”
“Oh come on. Don’t play dumb. You know the score.”
“I guess I don’t,” I say stiffly.
Brent laughs. “Don’t tell me you’re stupid enough to only fuck one girl at a time. Personally there isn’t a pussy good enough in the world to tie me down.”
“Hell yeah brother,” Dax says with a chuckle.
I look at him hard. “Aren’t you with Kara?” I ask.
His expression sours but then he playfully raises his hands. “Oh sure,” he says. “But just because I’ve got a girl doesn’t mean I can’t look.” He slings his hand around Dalton’s shoulders and squeezes him. “Besides lil bro would probably take a shot at me if I said anything else.”
Dalton doesn’t say anything, looking away like he’d rather be anywhere other than here.
“And what’s Cheryl say about your open relationship?” I ask Brent.
Brent just shrugs. “Hey what a bitch don’t know, don’t hurt her. You feel me?”
“I’d rather not,” I say.
“You’re coming off a little judgmental, bro,” Dax says. “I thought you were cool.”
“I guess I’m not,” I say. “And I don’t give a fuck what you think.” I put a hand on Dalton’s shoulder and pull him away. “Let’s go back inside, man.”
We leave the two cracking jokes about us and go back inside. My mood has definitely plummeted. How dare Dax think he has a shot of talking up Evie? And how the hell do I feel bad for Cheryl? Actually, no I don’t. She’s just as much a cheater as Brent is, and she shouldn’t be surprised that if he couldn’t keep it in his pants for Evie, he wouldn’t be able to for her.
No, Brent being a cheating cockring isn’t a shocker. What surprises me more is that Kara would put up with a guy like Dax.
“How long have they been together?” I ask Dalton.
The younger man has his eyes glued to the floor, and upon closer examination he’s shaking with fury.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
His jaw is clenched and when he talks his eyes don’t meet mine. “If you think this is a new thing since she’s famous now, it’s not. Dax is just the latest in a long line of pieces of shit.”
“And you’ve never made a move?” I ask.
“Me?” He looks up, tries and fails to feign innocence. “Yeah, no,” he says with a bitter laugh. “That’s not going to happen.”
“And why not?” I ask. “What does Dax have that you don’t?”
“A yellow Lamborghini.”
I snort. “I haven’t known Kara that long, but something tells me it takes more than a cool car to impress her. And I think you know that. So what’s the real reason?”
